Lyrical Breakdown of Boom - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Boom" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Boom" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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(Ayo Bleu) Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit Two lines 'fore I go red, that's what my youngins say Tryna leave a nigga dead, kill him, he say, "Pow, the head" Turned up, I'm full of meds Tweaked out, tryna peel his head Boomed up with my gun in hand Ain't stayin' like I came back from dead Aim this bitch shoot at his eyes Resurrection, leave him crucified Murders on when my niggas slide Slang that pistol, all you hear is tirеs Too official, you ain't televised Cеlebration when a nigga die, all laughs when his family cries They be screamin', "Fuck the other side" but can't do nothin' with me Heard that I'm back, Now I'm droppin' sentence, they reportin' to the city I say murder already written and any bitch can get it They know I'm doped up, for sure, I got shottas with me Yeah bitch and I know when he gon' fuck with me, ain't nobody with me You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind Soon as we come, bitch, we gon' leave your soul behind Xans out, finaa clip but confident that this a soul behind Soon as I use this bitches' accurate nigga, check out how I'm fine Turn it lound, I'm on that shit right now Pow-pow, make a nigga bobby down Plenty digitals but I'm cockin' with my brother plenty pound I need that paper, like where it's at? He cappin' out, ah, ah I told that nigga I ain't want that cat, that pussy fraud, ah, ah Put her on her tracks, she bringin' it back like safe and sound Put it in her back, Pullin' out her tracks, just turn around (Turn around) I'ma stick her up (Stick her up) Might lay it down (Might lay it down) Your bitch and in mornin', I wake her up Refill my cup, with this muddy, I can't control it What the fuck is up? You shoot the shit, you do some bogus Don't tear me down, I need six motors, and it's on it Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit